I followed my business partner as he turned several corners, obviously knowing where he was going. After about two minutes of this I could hear a fain... musical sound from far off down the corridor.Joey turned and smiled a shiny-toothed grin at me. His yellow skin was glowing from sweat and his small frame seemed even smaller in the dark hallway. I had agreed to accompany him on this "erotic adventure", not because I liked the little oriental, nor because I was overly-curious, but because I had. "After a few minutes, I gave up on the zipper and asked for help. "I'llget it," said Brandi. "Mame's over there looking at some more. Shepulled up sharply on the skirt and pulled up the zipper. She took me bythe hand and walked me over to the rack of other skirts. The realizationthat the bottom of the tiny skirt was almost exactly the level of mydickie left me feeling uneasy."That's just too cute for words," Auntie Mame effused. "And look, it'sso short and flares out so that you can't see it at. Here is Ann's story in her own words.My Dad spanked me for as long as I can remember. When I was little wherever we were he would yank my pants down and give me a slap or two on my bare bottom. Things started to change when I was nearing puberty at around eleven years old. He felt that to properly chastise me I would have to lay across his lap with my pants and underpants pulled down to my knees. Believe me it hurt too. He was a big Polish man. His big hand covered both of my small butt cheeks. As I continued to constantly refuse to have sex with any boy who asked me out I was soon ostracized and shunned. After many refusals I was never asked out on dates afterwards for a few months.I became very friendly with the girl who became pregnant and was aborted. She and I became constant partners as no boy would have anything to do with us due to our refusal to have sex with them. We were frequently called lesbians – and in one way they were right. We eventually began to kiss masturbate and.